The Whisper of Forgotten Waters

Between the fingers of time, a subtle whisper,
the hidden sea, a fragile secret,
glides softly, through dreams and currents,
writing tales that the heart cannot deny.
Waves that speak in silent tongues,
towards worlds unseen, mysterious,
an ancient song, both lost and found,
in the profound depths, never forgotten.
The fingers of time brush through liminal space,
guardians of truth and of truth,
and as the world moves and begins to bend,
the sea whispers on, forever free.
A secret hidden beneath the wave’s soft skin,
an endless murmur through the world’s green leaf,
a subtle weave of past and present day,
the hidden whisper, eternally present.